Come! Come closer...You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlightand the snakeheads of ivy leavesentwin e your white neck...Come! Come here...spit on me, spit on mefor I am the dust under your feetunexpected and unwanted, I am your portrait,water and salt, air to breatheCome closer...let's climb to the skyto heights of ecstasyto hell and backand thenI put on your tongueone little drop of my spermit's bittertastes like old breadtastes like stonetastes like painblinded by the red suns of yur nipplesgropingly looking for a source of lightI find the spring of sacred winepour me somecrown my pillar with your living fleshand I will bless you with my semenbe my wueen of enraptured lovepriestess of the black summer nightjewels of my sperm illuminate your misty crown |
